Solider

her body was a casualty of the war raged against her body 

tossing and turning 

her mind loaded like a gun 

ready to aim and shoot

human interaction deadly to the soul 

sends her body in anaphylactic shock 

her hand ready and raised 

to swing 

she is a soldier strapped to the cause 

lost in the purpose 

building trenches 

hiding 

from the bombs that ricochet  in the ear 

carrying body bags filled with secrets 

agent orange tinged smell on her skin 

she´s alert like a watchdog 

sniffing out your scent 

yanking her sleeves of her soul down 

slapping a yes sir and a salute to 

okay 

she knows how to beat the enemy 

who tries to enter her wall 

she´s a rock hard surface 

she got herself in a fetal position

ducking and covering 

from the bombs, she set off 

with her hand 

she shaved her head 

stripped herself 

of a damsel in distress 

part 

she adorned herself 

with the best guns 

she carried her gun

cocked and loaded for bitches who ever tried to get in her way 

she kissed the lips of hope 

and got down on her knees 

and dug in the soul 

and prayed the lord’s prayer 

begging for mercy 

as she tilted the pills to her lips 

to quiet the demons in her head 

overdosing 

comatose everyday 

in her room 

and

fell 

deeper 

into 

the 

soft 

cotton 

that 

covered 

the 

hardwood 

of 

her 

soul